I was thinking as I was making dinner this evening about the lovely ladies I have met at the Country Club swimming pool this summer. They all are for the most part between the size 0 (is that really a size?) and 4 ( I wasn't even born a 4!). I was thinking about how they lay in the sun, not the slightest bit of muffin top among them(muffin top is the fat that hangs over your lower garment making you look like a big muffin) Their collar bones poking precisely out. They gracefully walk about telling each other how wonderful each others children are smiling serenely at each other . Their hair perfectly coiffed and made up as if they might be asked to dinner right there, and they are ready to go. OK and there I was. A normal everyday 47 year old woman, and let us just say my collar bones don't poke out as much as theirs and I wear my flapper flag arms with pride(not really but it sounds good). I do covet their skinniness but I have been there, and that's when I remember I am 15 years older then they are, so are my well earned laugh lines, and collar bones.
Then I remember the really important stuff.
I am lucky to have a husband that reminds me we are growing old together no matter what, that even though I looked like they do when we married it is not the outside he married but the inside, the one who cheers him on in good days and bad, who keeps a chin up and makes wonderful excuses for everyone. Not a day goes by that he doesn't tell me how beautiful I am , or how much he loves me or how lucky he is I married him. I am lucky he still calls me multiple times a day just to hear my voice and listen to my latest ramblings on life and our many children and dogs.
So I am glad I am me, and I am not a size 2, my husband loves me just the way I am as long as I am happy and healthy, I have to ask does dress size really matter? I think not, I believe it is the size of your heart that people will most remember you for.
I just don't see people at my funeral saying "Gee what a shame she wasn't a smaller size." but instead saying "Gee she had a huge heart".
So with that in mind I will have the chocolate cake for dessert and enjoy it, and keep on being thankful I am me, and with that I happily step aside I am no longer a much smaller size, it is some elses turn.
Then I remember the really important stuff.
I am lucky to have a husband that reminds me we are growing old together no matter what, that even though I looked like they do when we married it is not the outside he married but the inside, the one who cheers him on in good days and bad, who keeps a chin up and makes wonderful excuses for everyone. Not a day goes by that he doesn't tell me how beautiful I am , or how much he loves me or how lucky he is I married him. I am lucky he still calls me multiple times a day just to hear my voice and listen to my latest ramblings on life and our many children and dogs.
So I am glad I am me, and I am not a size 2, my husband loves me just the way I am as long as I am happy and healthy, I have to ask does dress size really matter? I think not, I believe it is the size of your heart that people will most remember you for.
I just don't see people at my funeral saying "Gee what a shame she wasn't a smaller size." but instead saying "Gee she had a huge heart".
So with that in mind I will have the chocolate cake for dessert and enjoy it, and keep on being thankful I am me, and with that I happily step aside I am no longer a much smaller size, it is some elses turn.
After all I have the won the brass ring, my husband.
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